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" I'm blooming eventually - but the winter it is fickle.

I can feel the fear coming down in a trickle..down my spine

down my soul, through the seams of my birthday suit.

I am coursing through the sinking shape that's sleeping next to you."

ARIELLE BRYANT - 10.16.2020





the art:


From the deep indigo of night, the haunting skeleton of a house is revealed only by the light of a blazing fire - pouring from its insides and out of every orifice it can make or find. In the foreground is a dingy yellow suitcase, seemingly empty, if it weren’t for the spectral image of what can only be described as the “life cycle of a cherry blossom” - suspended in a surreal display above the suitcase’s cavity. 


Although the fire screams for our attention, ironically, it’s the delicate projection of the cherry blossom which steals our glance. Her pale pinks and soft petals are in stark contrast to the rest of the scenery, a humble presence which asks nothing of us - and thus, we are drawn to her charm. She is the main character, her whole life displayed unapologetically before us, first as the young bud, plump with naïveté, a sealed chasm of possibility full of all potential. Then, she is the flower in full bloom - she brings joy and elation, sweet scents and soft seduction, pure and purposeful she is feminine, incarnate - laughing and lovely. Finally, our eyes meet her wilting future below, her limp form settles the viewer into a sense of inevitability, a kind of soothing sadness which we instinctively understand as the debt of a life well-lived. 

the song:

I wrote “Yellow Suitcase” as a college student back in 2008, after my first 'big breakup'. Though young love and collegiate era relationships may not always last, it still remains my most requested song by friends and fans to this very day. It’s a timeless tale really, sure to conjure up familiar feelings in anyone who has watched the fire of love slowly burn out from behind young and innocent eyes. “Yellow Suitcase” came from a place of personal anguish, yet the pain was part of the price I paid for the wisdom gained through the experience. Love was lost, yes - but a new pathway for my future was carved. For however blind I was to it at the time, the reality which followed and led to my “Now”, is the proof which allows me to still sing this song with passion and gratitude well into my 30’s. This self-remembrance is the meaning behind the Cherry Blossom in the visual depiction of the song. For a short while, my life became contained inside of an old yellow suitcase which I famously carted around and used as a merch stand at countless performances. While I obviously no longer believe that “people never change”,  it is true that I learned a valuable lesson about self worth. A lesson worth learning for Romantics and Pragmatists alike - when your whole world can go up into flames in the span of one evening, with one choice or in the sudden blink of an eye - truly knowing and loving oneself is the strongest defense against the most painful inevitabilities of life.


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Set this house on fire,

Watch it glow in the blaze.

Baby I can still remember

The day you said, “Maybe

We need a break.”


And the look on your face, 

Well it’s hard to say...

‘Cuz you wouldn’t even 

Turn it my way.

I guess the ceiling, 

Was just more appealing.

And, that ceiling fan it just

Kept on spinning like It was

some other planet In there .

and I was crushed 

Under the gravity of reality.

It was just too much, too much so.


I got my things in order,

Packed up my yellow suitcase.

Baby I can still remember

The day you said, “Maybe

We need a break.”


Well I’m, blooming (eventually)

But the winter it is fickle.

I can feel the fear coming down in a trickle-

Down my spine,Down my soul,

Through the seams of my birthday suit.

I’m coursing through the sinking shape 

That’s sleeping Next to you.

I am just the dust that’s 

just fallen off your skin.

I am but the hopeful thought that 

“Maybe, this will end.”

I am merely ( but clearly)

Mother Nature’s own drug

Sent down just to Test your love!

just to mess you up,

just to tempt your flesh.

It doesn’t matter anyways, 

I always second-guess

my Self-worth, my self-doubt,

Myself all around. 

I am nothing more than

The bones beneath the ground.

The ash beneath the dirt,

The rock beneath the ash and

Maybe we can be together when

All the World has passed.

and these Bodies mean nothing

and these hearts, they stop beating. 

When we stop saying and finally start feeling - and believing in what the Poets said.

Maybe then the living will be wishing

they were dead.

But baby, until then…


I get my things in order,

Pack up my yellow suitcase.

Baby I can still remember

The day you said, “Maybe

We need a break.”

And it was so cold the way you

Pushed yourself away from me.

I slept in your bed every night,

But i swear I could not feel your heat.

Been lying awake, watching your face

And I’ve been crying.

‘Cuz I know the only thing in which

I’ve got faith is - the fact, the fact,

The fact of change, because…


People, no we don’t change

But things can never, ever,

stay the same so…


I get my things in order,

Pack up my yellow suitcase.

Baby I can still remember

The day you said, “Maybe

We need a break.”


And I burn, set this house on fire.

Watch our hearts, glow in the blaze.

Humans, we are all liars and 

None of us can ever change.

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